Sodom and Detroit (15 page)

Luke knelt on one side of her, and Rafe knelt on the
other. The subdued lighting of the living room accented each man’s
unique charms. She didn’t know where to look first; each appealed
to her in a different way. Rafe held her hand while Luke placed his
on her knee.

A deep, shuddering breath filled her lungs, and she
let herself relax into their touch. They watched her, and tears
threatened to spill over from her eyes. She was so tired. Tired of
being alone, tired of fighting her attraction to them, and tired of
lying to herself.

“I will consider it.” Their happy smiles made her
want to smile back, and she held up her hand. “On one condition. No
more lies. A relationship like this has to be built on trust.
Absolute trust.”

Luke stroked her knee. “I promise I will never lie
to you. Ask Rafe. I’m disturbingly honest.”

Rafe snorted and squeezed her hand. “I’m sorry I
wasn’t honest with you. I let my desire to have you join us
overwhelm my common sense. I promise I’ll never lie to you again,
Maeve.”

She slid off the couch and knelt between them,
wrapping their arms around her like her favorite blanket. The men
held her and stroked her, murmuring soft words and pledging
themselves to her. It was bliss, it was everything she ever wanted,
and it was perfect.

Maeve leaned back and laid a hand on each man’s
cheek. “Where in the world did you get those uniforms?”

Luke snickered. Rafe said, “I bought them off our
delivery guy.”

She giggled and let her gaze roam over them. “Do you
have a special delivery for me?”

Both men tensed under her hands. Her heart beat
faster as she realized the power of this situation. All this
pleasure, all this attention focused on her. She loved every second
of it.

Luke captured her hand and ran it down his chest to
his cock. It grew hard in her hand as she stared at him. Rafe
placed his fingertips beneath her chin and gently turned her face
toward his. The warm kiss he placed on her lips thawed the last of
the ice around her heart. He tasted like rain and mint. Squeezing
Luke’s cock, Maeve returned Rafe’s kiss with enthusiasm.

Luke ran his hand through her hair and tugged her
silk robe off as Rafe kissed his way down her neck and over her
breasts. Her attention turned to Luke as he began to peel his
clothes off, then turned to Rafe as he lifted her onto the couch
and admired her swollen and wet pussy.

“Isn’t she beautiful?” Rafe said in a low voice and
traced his finger over her nipple.

Luke stepped out of his pants, his hard cock
catching her gaze and holding it. “Lovely.” He drew in a deep
breath. “And I love her clit.”

Maeve groaned as Rafe licked his finger and parted
her nether lips. “Me too.” He leaned forward and licked her pussy
in long and slow sweeps of his tongue. She lost herself in the
sensation of his tongue, running her hands over his smooth head. He
was greedy for her, licking and sucking at her pussy until she
ground herself against his face.

Luke stroked his cock as he watched them. With her
eyes half opened, she licked her lips and beckoned him closer. He
climbed onto the couch next to her, and she grabbed the velvet head
of his cock and licked it. “I really missed you,” he groaned. “And
Rafe’s been watching your CNN video over and over like a
stalker.”

“Wrap those beautiful lips around his cock and suck
him, please.”

She grinned and did just that, loving the slide of
his thick flesh into her mouth as Rafe watched them and groaned.
Hands stroked her thighs, and Rafe ran his stiffened tongue into
her pussy in time with her sucks. The sensation was amazing. She
couldn’t imagine ever going back to just one man.

Luke rocked his hips into her mouth. She pulled him
out and stroked him as she ran her tongue over his heavy sac. Her
body stiffened against Rafe’s mouth, and she made little mewling
noises as she tried to get as much of Luke’s cock into her mouth as
she could. She wanted to come with him in her mouth.

Rafe held her dancing hips still and ate her pussy
with a skill that left her climaxing and crying out her pleasure
around Luke’s cock. He pulled out of her mouth and kissed her long
and deep, sucking on her lower lip as she shuddered and twitched.
Rafe sat on the couch and leaned back against the arm. He was so
handsome, sensual lips and dark eyes with his cock full and
flushed. Rafe held all the pleasures of a well-known lover, while
Luke was the excitement of a new man.

A condom was tossed onto Rafe’s lap, and he quickly
sheathed himself. Luke pinched her nipples from behind as she sank
down onto Rafe’s cock. He was so thick in her pussy, stretching her
and making her gasp.

Luke whispered into her ear, “Ride him.”

That erotic order tore a moan from her throat, and
she leaned back into Luke’s arms, her hips tilted so both men could
watch her pussy spread around Rafe’s thick cock. Luke retrieved a
small bottle of lube from his pants. She felt a wicked shiver of
pleasure at his questioning look.

She leaned forward and pushed her ass into the air.
Rafe stroked his hand down her back and moved against her, slowly
grinding her clit and sliding in and out of her. Luke worked her
anus with his fingers, stretching her and relaxing her tight
muscles while massaging the slippery liquid deep into her body.
Three fingers now moved inside of her, and she rested her head on
Rafe’s shoulder, lost in the sensations of her body.

A wrapper opened behind her, and her pussy clenched
in anticipation. To have both of them moving within her, coming
inside of her was a delicious thrill she couldn’t wait for. She
trusted them not to hurt her, to stop if it was too painful.

“Do you think you can take it?” Luke asked and
rubbed his condom-covered cockhead over her ass.

Instead of answering, she pushed her bottom back
until the head of his cock started to fill her. Rafe kept still as
Luke eased his way into her.

The sensation of two cocks at once had her a breath
away from orgasm. The men slowly began to move, and she was
thankful for their experience. All she could do was match their
pace and drown in the overwhelming sensation. Stuffed this full,
she could feel it when their heads rubbed against each other inside
of her. The sensation tore her climax from her. One moment she was
hovering on the edge, then the combination of Luke gripping her ass
while Rafe thrust into her had her screaming and digging her hands
into Rafe’s muscled shoulders.

“Fuck,” Luke panted as her anus squeezed in rhythmic
contractions around his cock.

Rafe groaned and said, “I’m going to come.”

Both men pounded into her as her body opened up
after the orgasm. She held herself between them and hissed as she
felt first Rafe, then Luke shiver against her. The men came within
seconds of each other, each filling her with hot cum. The knowledge
of their orgasm had her grinding herself on Rafe and joining them
in another orgasm. Together, they strained against each other, each
seeking to prolong the moment.

Luke collapsed against her back, and Rafe started to
laugh beneath her.

Filled with bliss and satisfaction like she had
never known, she started to giggle too. The men cradled her between
them, and they laughed together. A profound relief settled over
her, even better than the afterglow of amazing sex. This felt
right, as if a missing piece of her soul had finally come home.
Maeve kissed them both and grinned. Instead of finding the perfect
man for her, she had found the perfect
men.

About the Author

With over thirty published books under her
belt, Ann is Queen of the Castle to her wonderful husband and three
sons in the mountains of West Virginia. In her past lives she's
been an Import Broker, a Communications Specialist, a US Navy
Civilian Contractor, a Bartender/Waitress, and an actor at the
Michigan Renaissance Festival. She also spent a summer touring with
the Grateful Dead-though she will deny to her children that it ever
happened.

From a young age she's been fascinated by
myths and fairytales, and the romance that often was the
center of the story. As Ann grew older and her hormones kicked in,
she discovered trashy romance novels. Great at first, but she soon
grew tired of the endless stories with a big wonderful
emotional buildup to really short and crappy sex. Never a big fan
of purple prose, throbbing spears of fleshy pleasure and wet honey
pots make her giggle, she sought out books that gave the sex scenes
in the story just as much detail and plot as everything
else-without using cringe worthy euphemisms. This led her to the
wonderful world of Erotic Romance, and she's never looked back.

With over thirty published books, Ann now
spends her days trying to tune out cartoons playing in the
background to get into her 'sexy space' and has learned to type one
handed while soothing a cranky child.

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